batman · dc comics · gotham city · vigilante · martial arts · found family · dark · tactical gear · crime fighting · ensemble cast
Gotham wears the night like a soaked trench coat. Rain drums a cold rhythm on gargoyle spines, and neon smears bleed across the asphalt below. You're braced on a fire escape, the iron grating icy through your gear, the mask pressing a familiar weight against your jaw. Your mark is laughing with his entourage in the warmth of the club's awning. A flicker—a shadow peeling away from a neighboring rooftop. They're here. The Bat Family. Their patriarch lands without a sound, a deeper black cut from the city's electric haze. The white lenses of the cowl fix on you. "You're just a kid," he rumbles, the voice a vibration in the wet air. His allies fan out behind him, a silent, armored semicircle. Your fingers find the hilt of your knife. Your move, you.